563: Chapter 552: The Thing That Pretends to Be a God and Tricks People 563: Chapter 552: The Thing That Pretends to Be a God and Tricks People Mozigel truly lived up to his reputation as the top expert of the Yun Ci Guild, his strength had already stepped into the intermediate stage of the True Qi Realm.
In just a few moves laden with hidden murderous intent, Ning Fan found himself plunged into a fierce battle with him.
The fight between ancient warriors wasn’t only about strength but also experience.
Equally battle-hardened, having emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, Mozigel was indeed formidable.
Every time Ning Fan unleashed a deadly move, his opponent seemed to anticipate it beforehand and respond accordingly, almost as if by instinct.
Mozigel’s reaction speed was very fast, and the techniques he used were extremely strange.
He was like a venomous snake, ready to viciously bite your neck the moment you dared to let your guard down.
“Ha ha ha!”
Gasping for air after being forced back by a sword strike, Mozigel felt a silver needle embedded in his neck; it was so inconspicuous that it would go unnoticed unless one looked closely.
He plucked the silver needle from his neck and glared at Ning Fan with a frigid look, his voice tinged with unwillingness, “When did it happen?”
Exactly when had he been struck by this silver needle?
As Mozigel asked, he too was recalling Ning Fan’s every action from before.
The silver needle had been in his neck for at least a minute, but it was only now that he realized it, causing cold sweat to break out on his face and a deep wariness to flicker in his eyes.
“Your reaction speed is very quick, but you have a fatal weakness!”
Ning Fan, holding his long sword, replied to Mozigel with a cold voice.
“A weakness?” Confusion flashed across Mozigel’s eyes.
He didn’t know what Ning Fan meant by weakness.
Ning Fan sneered inwardly at his puzzled look.
Mozigel was a master, with a keen sense of danger during battle, and his abnormal instinctive reactions made him a foe whom one dared not to relax around.
But he had one fatal weakness: at Mozigel’s right eye, Ning Fan spotted a blind spot.
At certain angles, Mozigel couldn’t see anything, which was why he had failed to notice Ning Fan shooting the silver needle.
“Stop blathering, what exactly are you trying to say?!”
Mozigel’s breathing became heavier, his eyes filled with dense bloody threads that made him look ferocious and terrifying.
Ning Fan laughed softly, seeing that he had grown so agitated.
He realized it was the poison from the silver needle beginning to take effect.
The now irritable Mozigel, with his increasingly muddled thoughts, would soon reveal even more flaws.
Ning Fan had never expected the poison on the silver needle to kill the man, but to make him slip up was enough.
In battles between ancient warriors, a slight mistake could cost a life.
“Go to hell!”
Mozigel roared crazily as he lunged at Ning Fan once more with his bayonet.
However, this time Mozigel’s attack was full of holes and posed no threat to Ning Fan.
“The one who will die is you!”
A cold light flashed in Ning Fan’s eyes as he swung his long sword, tracing a half-moon in the air.
With a flash of cold light, a bloody arm flew up into the sky as blood gushed from where Mozigel’s arm had been severed.
“It’s not over yet!!!” Mozigel, teeth clenched and lips pale with ferocity, stared at Ning Fan.
He staggered toward Ning Fan, his bayonet dripping with his own blood.
Ning Fan was silent as his sword, like a long rainbow, pierced through Mozigel’s neck.
A sword through the throat!
Mozigel’s eyes widened, heavy with unwillingness and resentment as he lost his vitality.
With his death, Ning Fan pressed on the embedded earpiece and shouted to Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning, “Retreat, I repeat, retreat!”
Now that Mozigel was dead and the beheading operation was successful, all that was left was for Blood Wolf to deal with the remaining assassins from the Yun Ci Guild.
Having received the new orders, Thunder, carrying an explosion-proof shield, charged out followed by Wind, who threw several stun grenades with both hands.
Bang bang bang!
The glaring flash temporarily blinded the assassins of the Yun Ci Guild, and the piercing ringing left them dizzy and disoriented.
Seizing the opportunity, Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning immediately rushed out of the factory.
Whiz whiz whiz!
Just as the four had dashed out, countless whizzing sounds burst forth from the darkness, and Thunder, sensing danger, raised the explosion-proof shield again.
Under the not-so-wide explosion-proof shield, the four could only try to shrink behind it as hundreds of crossbow arrows flew through the air, hitting the shield with a ringing ding-ding sound.
The shield trembled, with the force of the crossbow arrows being enormous, even stronger than that of regular bullets, and Thunder gritted his teeth to hold up the explosion-proof shield against this round of arrows.
Ning Fan, close on their heels, stared at the arrows in the sky in astonishment, realizing there was an ambush outside, and the attackers were using crossbows!
“Blood Wolf, it’s your turn to take the stage!”
A command was issued silently by Ning Fan.
In the darkness, a series of crimson gazes lifted, ghostly in the night.
Dozens of figures crawled through the darkness towards the woods outside the factory.
Upon the trees in the woods, several figures stood firing crossbow arrows toward the factory, with the sharp arrows whistling through the air.
A figure silently approached; a war saber clutched in his teeth and a modern longbow strapped to his back, he made no sound with his movements.
In the darkness, a crossbowman had his throat slit, unable to let out even a scream, hanging from the tree while his companions remained unaware.
The number of crossbow arrows began to diminish; what was once like a downpour became sparse, and more bodies hung from trees— a group of hunters conducting a silent slaughter in the darkness.
Less than five minutes after the first casualty, no more crossbow arrows came, and at the factory entrance, Ning Fan and Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Lightning ran towards the woods, with the assassins of the Yun Ci Guild in pursuit.
Whiz whiz whiz!
Dense arrows once again struck, but this time their targets were not Ning Fan and his group, but the pursuing assassins.
The arrows plunged into flesh, their great force knocking people to the ground, accompanied by a chorus of wails, as bodies soon littered the earth.
Dozens of fully-armed mercenaries emerged from the woods, their bows drawn, like infallible hunters shooting at defenseless prey, an overwhelmingly one-sided slaughter.
The Blood Wolf mercenaries used no firearms but only cold weapons such as bows, war sabers, and war swords.
In their hands, these became deadly weapons.
The hunt continued, and the night gradually returned to its rightful tranquility.